The Feelings Hijackers - T.F.H. - Lyrics

Snake Skin And Mahogany

Snake skin and mahogany, I know you've been good for me....(x2)

Now the queen of hearts and the jack of spades hooked up had luck and
they both got laid..............hey.
But it sucks when your drunk and the back drop fades gimmie sum hum drum
but the act got played...........played.
When they crashes the matress, yall know now ashes to ashes we all fall
down.........down.
But whats sad is the fact is we all crawl round, down on all floors from
town to town......and all I heard was.....

Snake skin and mahogany, I know you've been good for me.
(x3)

Snake skin and mahogany, and hedonist, and monogamy,
and free market and monopoly. I know that you've been good for me now.
Incorrect and correctly best friendships and rivalrys.
A blank page in your diary.
I know....that....you've....been....good....for....me....now.

Snake skin and mohagany, I know you've been good to me.
(x3)

Snake skin and mahogany, I know you've been good for me.

I Digress

I apologize yes I digress, digress I apologize I.
I apologize yes I digress, digress I apologize I.
(x2)

Spouting off with these live bits, contrived splits.
Testing my wit's, see how ya guy gets?
Throwing blind fits since I wore a size six.
Hotter than the cherry of the joint that I hit, try this.
Exhale the smoke from your chest.
I apologize yes I
digress................................................
Return of the work-a-holic without shit to do.
Feeling naked and famous like Chris Ballew.
Just a glitch or two, couple sips of brew.
My system blew the black and white picture tube...ooh.

I apologize yes I digress
(x2)

I digress....................

I apologize yes I digress
(x2)

I digress..no stress...no stress

Some people got a duck-tail joint,some people take a nose dive.
Some people use a 2x4, and vitamin J just to stay alive.
Some people hug a redwood tree,some people feed the crocodile.
Some people touch a piece of wood, come on , come on, use your smile.
Some people crack a crab leg, some people steal a jet plane.
Some people come vacuum packed just to keep out the ultraviolet rays.
Some people say stick it to the clowns, some people they apologize.
Some people got a Q-tip head, but I digress now super-size me,
...........please

I apologize yes I digress, digress I apologize I.
I apologize yes I digress, digress I apologize I.
(x2)

I think we need to record this again..........o.k.

Overlit:

Over lit
(x2)

So you wanna pay the high price of fame, thinking my lifes a game.
All in love with this money, as a guy likes a dame.
And the fans buy and get it, but I'm slammed by the critics,
and I'm damn high and wit-it so the stand by is fitted.
Every which way but loose putting risk'e to use, and the companys
getting sued for the shit they produce.
And all I got is love, plugs and plenty drugs, but I wish I could
go back to playing these small rock clubs.

I think I'm over lit
(x2)

I think I'm................

Over lit I hope that no one noticed it, wrote the show and sold the
script I told a pimp.
Don't even trip cuz that chip will make ya shoulder limp.
Hit the strip toke some green, and soda sip.
Over lit got my hands full with so much shit, I couldn't hold a zip let
alone control the grip.
And on the flip I can't afford to dip, so when I blow a gaskett,
sit and whatch my motor drip.

Goodbye Sunny:

Goodbye obsolete things that once made us smile.
So long rotery phone I used to love to turn your dail.
Sianara sci-fi flicks with cheesy specail effects.
Goodbye personality, make way for hi-tech sex.
I sorta miss that nu-wave and pop songs from hair spray bands.
And "I want my MTV" what the hell happend to them.
I'm saving up for a station wagon green with wood panel on the side.
Pressing up my new 45 single, listen while you shuck and jive.
So long to star wars with Mark Hammel, and Harrison Ford.
All these digital images, so unlimited I'm getting bored.
Goodbye suddlety, everbodys so over the top.
Ain't nothing like the fab four, why did they close up shop?

Ribby Rib:

Long ago in a lava soup, three little worms in tubes they came together,
and they kissed real hard and divided into four.
Now there out in the stormy warmy weather, in a pool a lava thats cooler
that a rock, everbody knows that people come from little tiny cells
that's right and you can't tear it apart.
But where that cell comes from is just a mystery now.

Ribby rib you can take me apart.
I'm a bone be bone you could put me back together.
I'm a ribby rib you could take me apart.
I'm a bone be bone you could put me back together now.

Way down town where the birds all flock back to the future of post
apocalyptic the nights where light and the days where deadly dark, we
swam in the rivers of fire ice and empathy.
Back to the friction happening automatic, triggered by the pressure and
forced to pump it out.
It's a desperate scramble back to the open land, and where that cell
comes from is still a mystery again.

It's a mystery again
(x3)

Ribby rib you can take me apart.
I'm a bone be bone you could put me back together.
I'm a ribby rib you could take me apart .
I'm a bone be bone you could put me back together now.

You could take me apart.
You could put me back together.
(x2)

Together,together / where that cell comes from / you could take me apart
/ together now......(mash up)

Love Smotherer:

You could see for miles on a clear day.
And I can't see this mirror in front of my face.
You could tell a story just from hear say.
A tale about some fish bones on a plate.
Ain't no need to rip away those posters .
Those bands will re-unite and do a tour.....for sure.
25 cups of joe all sitting on coasters.
conversating about some type of war.
I can't hold a thought enough to reminice.
Cuzz I got all these clouds inside my hands,
and I could think of ways that we could finish it.
But here you go just starting all over again.

You could see the creatures in there habitat.
Laughing at the birds that could not fly.
But I recall they used to do the cabbage patch.
Lighting up the coals on 4th of july.
I can get there quicker in an air-craft.
Sitting down on the tarmac breathing fumes.
Something on my leg looks like a bear trap,
as the sent of herbal essence fill the room.
I wish I was a member of your cabinet,
with brilliant minds and short attention spans.
All this useless jargin gets the best of me.
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What The Hell:

What the hell am I doing here? Rustlin roung these dead dry weeds.
I'm a long thin shape, but I'm not no snake.
What the hell am I doing here? Lying, frying in the desert.
I'm waking up from a restless frightfull night.....that's right.
What the hell am I doing here? knee deep and sleeping in the mud.
Don't move a muscle, or the deeper I will creeper down.

Who in the hell am I, the yella gut single lelabyes.
Pooring rain but my umbrellas dry.
Am I hella high? Am I lie'n or telling the truth?
Am I buying or selling to you?
Climb to the top then I fell in the roof , now did the ceiling collaps?
With millions of tracks to fill in the the gaps, children relax.
No stress off your chest, yes puff the green serpent while the judges
pannel's working I'll be channel surfin...for sure.

What the hell am I singing about?
I can't seem to focus my ears.
some sort of disconnected sensation.
What the hell is this monster, monster in my hands.
This bad old banjo, is busting all my knuckles.

What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I doing?
What the hell am I doing here?
What the hell am I?

Now I got three in change, I swear this stuff got me seeing
thang's.
People looking at me like I'm being strange, something in my mind just
pre-ingrained.
Curb side dude, birds eye view, I don't understand half the words I use.
I'm an envelope with parshall postage..(he must be on something)
remark's the hostess
Oh what a tangled web we weave somethings crawling up my sleeve (x2)
Was it me the dro or the naked beats..(everybody in the jam) turned 8
legged freaks.
I gotta go but I have to hold it, lucky for me I ain't aracnaphobic.

Somebody must of laced the zaggs, tripped out looking for a place to
gag.
Need a little love inbrace the keg, padon me but my recollection's veg.
I need to straight up quit, knowing damn well I'm a wake up sick.
Sweating like a pig ti'll my garment bled, I thought I spent the night
on charlotte's web.

Speed Of Light

Will they ever reach the speed of light?
(x8)

Can I reach the speed of light?
So loud you don't need a mic.
All these words, no need to write.
I pick peppers like peter pipe.
My disc changers free tonight,
cuzz none of these songs I seem to like.
A voice said, don't believe the hype.
I'm a zebra with fever, see the stripes.
Take a trip of the leasure type,
by the lake where misqitos bite.
Say thank you, and please polite.
The lock works, I don't think the keys are right.
Collar loose but my sleeves are tight.
Holler truce, then agree to fight.
Sounds good to Chris B. and Mike.
Will we ever reach the speed of light?

Will they ever reach the speed of light?
(x3)

No.

Internet Space:

Stuck inside, stuck inside this internet space.
(x3)

I gave my co-pilot the number to go dail it.
Smashing through the orbit before it could go silent.
That planet down there, the natives are so violent.
skiing down slopes of dope on coke island
Seeing how folks is broke with no smiling.
Me and pals coast to coast with shows wild'n.
Reading file qoates with hopes of low mileage.
Being foul, nope, nope I'm old styling.

In a scratchy internet space....
Scratchy internet space........
So roll with me now.

Mission control can I land this?
I need some bandwith cuzz traffic is damn stiff.
(Outtasite stand by for clearence, somethings gone wrong
got digital interference).
I think the motum froze up after the big yappin.
On the message board theres more than kids chattin.
Call the tech man, install some gigs captain.
I got 50 million pop-ups printed in pig latin.

In a scratchy internet space........
Scratchy internet space.........
So roll with me now.

Stuck inside, stuck inside this internet space
(x4)

Traveling Around:

Hey a.....can I get 10 dollars on pump #5?

Traveling round, that road again, look at me now before I'm gone in the
wind
(x2)

Now it's 4:19 and I'll be bong tokin soon.
Passing round some doobage in my non-smoking room.
The radio dail is awkward, I tune in straight to static.
The ink does all the writing I just buy these paper tablets.
See what I'm holding clearly, if the weathers cold and dreary.
Some days I'm young and happening, other day's I'm old and weary.
This industry looks strange, from the back close to frontin.
Everything is everthing, so make the most of nothing..........
when ya...

Traveling round, that road again, look at me now before I'm gone in the
wind.
(x2)

Traveling round that road again, look at me now before I'm gone in the
wind, I said I'm traveling round that road again...
look at me know.

Look at me now. (harmony)
(x3)

Thats why I'm,
Traveling round, that road again, look at me now before I'm gone in the
wind.
(x2)

Rising Sun:

Here comes the rising sun.
(x8)

Check out the rising sun, check out the rising sun.
That thing must weigh a ton but it's 3 feet of the ground for everone.
(x2)

sun..sun..sun..sun..sun..sun..sun.

Now my garbs are dirty and my shoes are muddy,
and my bottle is empty and I'm feeling kinda hungry,
and my eyes are blood-shot, lids are velcrow.
shaped up, scraped up knee's and elbows.
The croud was crazy but my night was hampered.
Cuzz I left my wallet behind your camper,
and my world is spinnin but it some surprising cuzz
my head is pounding and the suns arising.

Check out the rising sun, check out the rising sun.
That thing must weigh a ton, but it's three feet of the ground for
everyone.
(x2)

Check out the rising sun, check out the rising sun.
That thing must weigh a ton, but it's three feet of the ground
for everyone.

Crazy but my night, sun...crazy but my night, sun.
(x4)

Letters From 3am

Writing letters from 3am...

I'm at it again, up to my chin writing from 3am
I'm thick, and i'm thin I loose, and I win, writing letters from 3am.
(x2)

I'm at it again with a pad and a pen.
writing letters from 3am.
It ends and begins my paragraph blends.
writing letters from 3am.
I'm cleansing my sins frowning a grin.
Writing letters from 3am.
My sentences mend, my senses are dimmed.
writing letters from 3am.

Its a space between friends just a signal to send.
Edit cut snip and ammend, re-write, undo, chop, and extend.
A pile of crap, insides a gem.
Force it out, we'll all pretend.
The downwards is up, so up with the trend.
writing letters from 3...a...m.

I'm at it again, up to my chin.
Writing letters from 3am.
I'm thick and I'm thin, I loose and I win.
Writing letters from 3am
(x2)

What can I do to make you feel better.
what can I do to make you feel..............
(x4)

I'm at it again with a pad and a pen.
Writing letters from 3am.
It ends and begins, my paragraph blends
Writing letters from 3am.
I'm cleansing my sins frowning a grin.
Writing letters from 3am.
My sentences mend my senses are dimmed.
Writing letters from 3am.

I can't tell if it's today, or tommorow, which one, I don't know.
(x2)

Smash The Blackness:

Music, turn up the music, turn the damn music,
just tad bit.

They say that nice guys finish last.
Muster up a pint size thinest laugh.
Darkness takes everthing in it's path.
Are we to late at a minute past.........twelve?
With each stress, hide behind cash and nifty dress.
All the head lines read shifty press.
can I have some of you emptyness?
Thugs to aristacrats, everbody got an itch to scratch.
So many problems I could bring a batch.
There all yours with no strings attatched......for real.
When your down, festering within your frown.
Is it bitter sweet or ginger brown?
We need a fine wine like vineyard sound, to spin ya round,
and see ya straight, of into the melodies we excape.
You could even play a little T.F.H.
You could even play a little T.F.H........great.
To some digree, I'm lost in a world of bass, drum, and, keys.
Listen to the banjo strum with ease, abstract loops those ones are free,
you see I,
Tried my best, but these dark shades won't hide my stress
I need a guitar and a ty-died vest, I apologize yes i digress.
Risky qoute, things are getting better though, with each note.
remember that song that the 60's wrote.
The day the music died now it breaths hope.